Love doesn't always triumph.
No matter how hard people try
it slips away or strangles them
or drives them crazy.
The fires fizzle out, the passion flies,
the love dies.
I know, I know,
I've seen it a million times,
with friends, with my parents, with myself.
It's scary as hell,
but with this one, this one,
oh it's something else!
If the flame gets low, why,
I'll chop down a forest,
I'll mine coal the rest of my life,
to keep fueling and fueling.
The odds seemed stacked against
romance lasting, resisting a pessimistic demise,
but this one makes it not matter,
shatters all expectations, opposes
those forces that tear, that rip,
that desperately wish to squish love
into a smudge on the pavement.
Yes, this one is something else
this one is a fairy tale